!! (Exclamations)

!! (Exclamations)

 
 
Inspired by punctuation, here’s a poem for your perusal:
 
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!!
 
(Exclamations)
 
Uh-Oh! Oh No!
Egad! So Sad!
Exclamations fill the gaps,
Conveying our response to ills.
They are not a memory lapse.
 
Wow! Indeed! I don’t know what to say!
Awesome! Not Bad! Outstanding! Hey!
Supportive salutations,
Our words, reflective acts
Convey congratulations,
Worthy pats on our backs.
 
Exclaiming is a shout out loud
Expressing our delight.
Woo Hoo! Whoopee!
Xena’s Yah Yah Yah just before a fight.
But I wonder how an Angel
Exclaims when things go right?
 
For heaven is our final bliss.
Exclamations, all the glory!
Such a simple punctuation
Rapts up our earthly story.
 
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Woman At The Well

Having fun with phone photo apps…
and featuring my music as well…Life is good….
 
An easy listening instrumental♫♪ For the audio I’ll have to direct you to my other blog which is a duplicate of this post….Cannot get the audio to run on WordPress! Here
 

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Inspire Me Monday
NF Abstract Wednesday
Alphabe-Thursday LetterW
Orange You Glad It’s Friday

 
 
Woman At The Well
 
A dusty road,
The mid-day sun.
Our Lord sits down.
His work’s not done.
He rests alone,
And comes a woman.
“Sir, you are thirsty.”
He says to her,
“Go call your husband.”
~ 
So speaks the Lord
Straight to her heart.
A sinner she,
We know the part.
They talk some more
She finds what she sought.
“Sir, You’re a prophet.”
He says to her,
“Drink living water.”
~ 
Our Lord has come 
To offer each
Eternal life 
Within our reach
Come to the well of life eternal
We are open vessels. 
Wash away our sin.
Feed us living water. 
Fill us to the brim.

 
A hand pump was the best ‘well’ I could find in my area….mosaic effect
 
I really liked this mirrored app!
 
 
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Valuable Junk

I love wearing bracelets, and so far I haven’t lost one as I move my arm in and out of mailboxes along my delivery route…
But my collection has grown to overflowing and I was running out of counter space.  Traipsing through Target, I had an AHA moment when I spied a white ceramic chip/dip platter on clearance and could visualize my collection all arranged in its confines♫♪
 
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Mosaic effect from my phone app
 
 
Isoline app
 
original
 

UTF…Unable To Forward

Playing around with my phone apps….My poem inspired me♫♪
 
 
 
UTF…Unable To Forward
 
The stamp said Forever
But Lady Liberty let me down.
Hand scribbled, “U T F”
Across the name of the town.
 
Just a catch-up note
No romance, no plea to be with me.
But I was caught by surprise, a jolt
To find no address, no remedy.
 
What do I do with it now?
Tear it, toss it, tack it up?
Terminating  seems so final, kapow!
 
So the letter lies forgotten
In the pile of lists to-do
Until one day a text comes, unbidden
“Hey, what’s up with you?”

 

 

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Alphabe-Thursday letter U
 
 
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TWICE

Combining photography and poetry this week…

The moon was full as I drove past St. Katharine Drexel Catholic Church and the road empty, so I stopped and rolled down my window, snapping two shots, knowing full well my little phone camera would probably not do the scene justice.  See what you think♫♪

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TWICE
 
 
Perfection, attained twice in this world-
I feel prompted to point this out.
With all the ideals we aspire to unfurl
It’s been done, twice by my count.
 
First, just after time began
When creation was complete
God Almighty rested after seven spans
Not one iota needed to be added, it was sweet.
 
The other time?  When Christ sat,
Indicating His job completion.
Nothing more was required, that was that!
His deeds culminating in The Resurrection.
 
So far there have been two times of perfection.
We strive toward heaven, knowing it is won.
Christ rose from the dead, securing mankind’s salvation.
Our future secured, may we now focus on adoring the One who got it done.
~

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Welcome to April♫♪

Satan’s Standing Room

Mostly for the Easter season, but also to participate in a couple of blog hops,

I wrote a poem…
The abstract is melting snow crystals that I enhanced with blue….

It seemed to suit the poem.

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Inspire Me Monday – week 64

Satan’s Standing Room
‘No rest for the wicked’
So the saying goes
As a gleeful Satan runs to and fro.
With access to the very inner circle,
Our Satan tattles his tales
Of never ending woes, of all that fails.
Meanwhile, the One rests at the Right Hand
Sitting, relaxed, knowing all his heirs are tools
Biding time in heaven, awaiting His footstool.
For Hell will be standing room only
No rest, nor relief, no way to cope.
When Christ sat down, his work finished,
Redeeming mankind, our true hope.
 Happy Easter Everyone♫♪
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Quogue

Joining Alphabe-Thursday, letter Q

Visited Long Island this past year and enjoyed scurrying around the small community of East Quogue, NY (pronounced kwog).
The Long Island Exchange site gives a short background of the original inhabitants:

The Native Indian name of Quaguanantuck was shortened and changed to Quogue soon after the lands that form the town of today, changed hands and became European settler territory. Western civilization has never looked back since in this town that upholds sturdy values and the charm of colonized estates.

Took a photo of an isolated beach and played around with my phone apps….
can imagine the life led before the settlers came to stay.

 

Blue filter

Stylized effect

original

Come on Spring, I’m ready!

 

Ordinary Words…’Max Forward’

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One step at a time: Moving forward…maximizing forwardness

How does one take ordinary words and change policy?  Contact the right people?  That helps.
Create a ground roots swell of interest?  Also helpful, but requires some skill and luck.
Create a facts page so that the policy that needs an upgrade has all the right info on it…ok that takes some research….

Here’s my idea: When FEMA is involved in funding for rebuilding homes, why not make sure all new home construction includes the recharging stations for electric cars?  Just like any appliance that needs special outlets/hook-ups (stoves and gas dryers), include the ability to charge an electric car. Make it easier for folks to own/use a glorified golf cart for their short errands.  By  implementing such a policy, we can move off the dependence for oil, update our infrastructure,  encourage more usage of electric cars, have an entire community on the same page for conserving energy, maybe even an entire seaboard…I’m a dreamer……

Maybe such a plan of action is already in the works.  If not I think it should be so here’s what I’d like you to do.

Use any social outlet you have and hashtag it with this message:

Lessen oil consumption by upgrading Gov’t home disaster policy to include electric car charging stations in those homes. #MaxForward

I’d very much like to see what kind of consequences are the result ♫

New Year’s Eve

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Valerie Viane lends her talents to my lyrics….The song speaks for itself♫
Having trouble getting the audio to link properly!!
Access the tune at the top of my song page

Linking to Alphabe-Thursday letter N

New Year’s Eve

On a whim

He went in

To perhaps see his tomorrows.

She grasped his hand and peered at him.

Here’s the sign.

Your life line

Indicates some pain and sorrow.

But heed my words before you leave

Refrain:

“Beware of New Year’s Eve,

Don’t stray from home. Don’t leave.”

He went out

With some doubt

Whether she was really psychic.

But not to take the chance with his route,

Every year

He’d stay near

Giving reasons quite sporadic,

But nothing bad or sad would occur.

Refrain

Never harmed,

He felt charmed

So he lived his life more freely.

He wrestled with success-he strong armed.

Wheeled and dealed,

Was well heeled,

Took a wife and had a family.

But he grew bored so he played the field..

Refrain

She’d been his friend,

Through all trends.

Then she turned into his lover.

Divorced, laid off with no dividends.

Their life was tough,

It was rough

Even when they lived together.

His life became a web to unweave.

So he told her the prophecy.

“Beware of New Year’s Eve.”

She laughed and pulled his sleeve…

“I was born on New Year’s Eve

~

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